RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sorrow taking hold inside, squeezing, trying to make me
feel it's intensity as I fight totally to keep it at bay.

Signals sending tears to my heart, omens of teardrops
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Charging into brigades of nighttime shadows full force,
breaking into song from melodies of the past.

Yearning for tomorrow to repeat itself in time, praying
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Children singing, voices timid, some shying away from
microphones at times.

Energetic melodies rising, crescendoing very loudly
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Green nature, filtering into my intellect,
touching it gently, and taking it along
paths of beauty.
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Starting, stepping, soaring within,
taking flight on expeditions of fantasy.

Erecting buildings of verse with energy
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Darting, moving, fleeing from absurd rules made for idiots
and dolts.

Stationing profiles across from patterns of exquisite detail,
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Strangling tightly on shores of near death,
watching facets of life debate secretly with
a reaper of dismantling puzzles.
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Diversity, the diverse hoax of the twentieth and twentieth first
centuries.

A haze, a cover-up of unsurpassed proportions, being played again
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Rampaging through hours of musical intellect,
rehearsing airs of liberty, benefiting from
hours of practice as moods soar and climb to
heights never attained before.
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Tunnels of perfection formed by nature in quiet,
gentle ways are set before me as I write of their
peaceful waves of existence in poems of accessibility.
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